in the way that madame boulanger probably was, in the way that miss cox is.

you know, that way when it's 5 am and someone is chasing you around the ice and you're afraid you'll get yelled at if your arms aren't straight enough or your crossovers aren't powerful enough, if your mohawks aren't sharp enough or your lunges aren't low enough. {don't forget to smile} oh to be singled out in front of your team, oy vey, you didn't want that. but still you know it will pay off. like when your team is carrying home the trophy. the trophy. whatup, trophy.

toni's teams got lots of those.

and so yesterday i greeted and congratulated the real toni,

and three life-size cardboard cutouts of her.

{btw, if ever there are life-size cardboard cutouts of me at my retirement party, i give you full permission to deface them via sharpie mullets}